Wet eyes empty hearts
The past is just a story that we tell our selfs, love takes time or something along those lines, something similar. Its all just a throw of the dice whether you take the heat from my skin or the sound that my heart makes when it beats. You say everything I need to know with out saying much, when we’d sit and drink you’d show where to fit in, thats its ok to feel the need to want & want the need to feel.
I dont know what hurt me more, your excuse or your lie ,that you made it feel like it was my fault, but it was you, i was right all along. All i see is what you done and its all of what i think of. I never knew any different or what the difference was between what we had and love, it was like a curse, i tried to lift it but i couldnt do it alone, it was hard for me.